I am keeping myself company this evening, something I’m learning to do more and more often. And I can’t say that this is always welcomed. To spend  New Years Eve alone is automatically tainted with a bit of sadness. Though to be honest I cannot remember the last New Years Eve I’ve spent really, actually doing something.

But I did not come here to complain. No, I came here to bid 2010 farewell. I’ve not even had the time to think straight about it. No recaps from this girl. Not this time. At least, not anything well thought out. There were some awesome parts of 2010, ones I would not let go of. But overall I haven’t been satisfied, and I am happy to see 2010 go. Even numbers are unsettling to me. Maybe that’s the case.

I’m ending this year by entering to win trips to Italy.

I’m hoping to start 2011 by watching the sun rise tomorrow morning. I cannot promise myself that I’ll wake up for that. But we shall see.

For now I’m watching ABC, two televisions playing the same channel in my house makes it almost like surround sound.

I ate mushroom pizza tonight that I made myself. I watched Going The Distance with my parents (well, my dad kept falling asleep). I liked it a lot.

And now my parents are asleep. I’m sitting by my computer, looking around at my room and thinking about everything to come.


HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone.

Dear Santa,

Dear Santa, here are some Christmas cookies. I didn’t make them but I imagine you’ll like them just the same.

I’m leaving you some carrots, too. (Can you imagine liking carrots so much you tattooed them to your leg?)

Please share them with the reindeer.

I left you my wish list yesterday, but don’t sweat about it. I hope you have a great Christmas!



Lights are one of my favourite parts of this time of year.

all pictures from WE HEART IT dot COM

Lights add magic.

and glitter

to life.

My We Heart It account contains all of these pictures

so you can find real credit there.

Are there lights on your house? Inside? On your walls?

We have candle lights in our windows

& I used to put lights on my walls.


Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

I’m still here, somewhere. My seasonal affective disorder has kicked in extremely early this year and I’ve been struggling with thinking of anything to say. I love the holidays, I wish I was reflecting on them more. There are a few other things keeping me from blogging lately, but  I’m not here to make excuses.


Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone


I might have two bookshelves worth of unread books at home, but when I’m longing for something familiar, something I know that I love, I often resort to rereading my favourites. In light of the recent release of Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 1 in theaters, I’ve decided to start from the very beginning and read the Harry Potter books, something I haven’t done in a couple years. I used to reread the series every summer and around winter time so it feels rather fitting to start out the Philosopher’s Stone in late November.

It’s been a busy few weeks for me. This is evident by the fact that it took me two weeks to read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (I’m calling it by the original title because the version of the first book that I have is a paper back a friend bought me in England).

What I love about the Philosopher’s Stone is that it’s very simple and rather innocent. There are no real feelings of impending doom that are evident in later books. Sure we get the foreshadowing about Voldemort, and in the end of the book we have our first real experience of what Voldmort can do, but it isn’t yet apparant that there are going to be more books, that Harry is going to go through more than what’s happening in this very book.

There’s a whole lot of innocence in the Philosopher’s Stone that can be attributed to the age of the characters and also to Harry’s first experiences with magic. I  like that we learn them as Harry does. I’m also enjoying recognizing names and facts that are mentioned in this book that come up in later books.

The first time I started to read Harry Potter, I got stuck about thirty pages in. In truth, I was bored. I felt like I was reading a book that may not be going anywhere. I gave up and it wasn’t until a year or so later (about eight years ago now) that I gave it a second try. Let me tell you. Harry Potter is definitely worth the second try.